The Catastrophe - Poem by Jr. Cuyam
After too long years of happiness,
Happened the unexpected scripted mess.
The radiant face of my golden city,
Have lost its fascinating quality.
The rivers became angry
and their catastrophic sound,
brought great disaster to the town.
The mighty water swelled,
And all its strength was but a plethoric thrill.
Her boastful streets that always
emitting sound emotions
Became a grieving avenue as an accolade
The saddest song was heard
across the nation, sang by the choir of wind
of elegy and lamentation.
But the raging water was but a blister,
A disastrous warning from
the All-things Maker.
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